I held a rose above her pretty face,
Afraid these eyes might show the pain.
I tried so hard to keep it in,
But as I stared harder, the tears fell like acidic rain.
My Lord this piece of art you have seized,
And I complain not for her return.
For the heavens is where she belongs,
But this hurt in my heart, why so strong does it burn.
Send me another soul,
One fit to match my lost love.
Show me how powerful the heavens be,
Grant me another angel from the skies above.
How do I let go of this beauty,
Torn as I watch her lay so peacefully.
Would she miss me as well,
Would my hurt and suffering prove how deep in her love I fell.
This rose that I have set on her breasts,
My Lord I chose it to be of pure white.
I hope you would not mind my weeping,
For I am a grown man who must face a disgustful fight.
But I wish for her to rest in peace,
Maybe someday her smile once more I may see.
Guard her well with your blessings,
Comfort her heart so that joyful once again she may be.
How did she leave my site,
I never thought I’d live to see this night.
The suffering which lives in my heart,
Grows stronger as it was unprepared for such a part.
---S.B.
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